♦ Physical appearance || Howler stands at Six Foot Four; a lean build. Slouches, due to the heavy material he holds. (His gauntlets.) Minorly toned biceps, but he still appears a bit lanky. Several light patterns lace across his fur, primarily on his arms. The patterns have no particular meaning, and merely paint his fur. He wears a dark blue- faded and spotted beanie. (Meant to mimic to star-night sky,) Which would match the pants he wears. Poofy and pushed up to reveal all of his rear paws- so that they are suitable for running. Light, pastel blue fur- blurring white around his center, mouth- and around his claws. A fitting green scarf, and dark blue gauntlets. Spiked knuckles- and enhanced with enchanted gems; which can conjure nearly tangible claws. A bit larger then his own fist, and purely for swiping. Lastly- a ridiculously puffy tail that curls, and cold blue eyes. Always narrowed.

♦Voice || His voice sounds permanently effected by grunting. Deep and sometimes throaty- even intimidating, even more so if he ever growls, or howls...

♦Height || 6'4

♦Weight || 189 lbs

♦Talents ||♥ Howler has a keen nose; and as a result, he uses it often to pick berries. Berry picking is one of his many hobbies. As well as keen eyes. ♥ Speed. ♥ A silent leader. ♦ Hobbies || ♥ Berry picking, in general- following his nose. ♥ Racing. ♥ Taking up request/quests/etc from those in his village, or anywhere, really. It keeps him busy. ♥ He'll never admit it, but taking care of the Doodle folk and their children is actually quite...fun, for him. ♥ Traveling. ♥ Boxing.

♦ Personality ||√ Cool headed under a situation's pressure. Finds it easy to think.√ Realistic and, usually, mature. √ Compliant to reason.√ Physically and mentally durable. √ Natural leader. √/X Sees no concept of Good or Evil; Only what is right, and what isn't. √/X Willing to go to extremes to do what he must or feels obligated to. Putting others at risk as well... X Often stubborn, despite being compliant- he's insistent on not accepting help for himself. X If he doesn't watch what he says, he may say something rudely blunt.X Easily angered with immature or 'tedious' people. X Competitive. ♦Likes || √ Going outside. √ Sweet/Savory tastes. √ Winning, self satisfaction.

♦Weapon || Enhanced gauntlets. Heavy in weight and causes him to slouch- throwing punches with them, however, is a breeze. The gems embedded in their center projects a nearly tangible image of- currently, only claws. Which curl and fist in sync with his own hands. The spikes serve for that extra impact. The drawback would be- of course, the gems do not last for ever. And must constantly be replaced with newer ones. (With more energy.) In addition to that, they are fragile. And must be handled with care. Less they break...

♥ Howler moved along the crayon crude outlines of the streets of Doodle. Bright colors, some thick. Most thick. Come to think of it, all of them were thick. Without even the smallest hint of restraint. He supposed that's what made it different. What made him stick out, too; Colors. Light and vibrant with innocence, and life- clashing with his colder, dark ones. They were warm, and he seemed cold. "..." Maybe that's why he found some form of comfort here. He rounds a corner, looking down at the ridiculously short and silly characters that filled the streets around him. Small and filled with good. Nothing but good. Untouched by the dark and ugly corruption.

♦Howler || "..." His nose gave a twitch, as he looked down at the other. A reptilian player, he had yet to have seen one of them. Perhaps this would present opportunity...He, didn't trust it immediately, of course. Leaning down, he gave the other a sniff- grunting. "Where'd ya find them,"

[Blade] Well.. I was at the local Forrest next to my spawn, found some bushes.. And I was like, HEY! I had heard about you from the folks, they say you helped them take down a giant bug in Doodle. So I decided to bring some gifts for a hero like you!